Chuuya and typical mafia work thoughts [pt1 or smth]
I've had this thought for a while, but Chuuya actually cares about new Mafia folk, and a lot, -- the so-called "green", -- even if he avoids them at most costs. sort of afraid of seeing familiar faces or anyone who's close in character to his old friends, the old well-known circle of people is safer. he knows what it takes to join PM, and what it takes to actually stay here, and that few people can manage that
usually Tachi or maybe Higuchi are in charge of the shooting range, but when Chuuya is, this is quite an experience. Chuuya is a good teach, even when he's being harsh. in this sense, he is the epitome of "gently, but firmly"; more of "firmly" than "gently" ofc, but nonetheless
he knows what it takes to survive here, and he can pick the bad apples out: the ones who won't make value for the Mafia or will have more of a challenge doing so. some might agree with his opinion on people, some might not, and other Executives are usually better at this than he is, but, he'll do, yeah
he's also the one who trusts people with a chance when they screw up -- if it's not too bad, of course. he believes people can outgrow themselves, even if rarely and apart from a few exceptions, but I'm unsure if he's ever told Dazai that
he would refuse personal care over someone if it was offered to him, perhaps realizing how f_cked up he is himself; entrusting him with another living being would be a literal death threat to whoever that is. he needs to sort himself out first, even if all he does is work to survive and survive to work (add workaholic to his troubles list). he would copy kouyou's sort-of-parenting style to the best of his ability, I think, if he had to care after someone. he's a good older brother, after all, and he's really nice with kids. though he might too get attached too soon. he's a team player, but solitude grew on him
he drowns in fighting and paperwork, and if that's out of reach he compensates that by harsh training, be it fencing, fist fighting, running or any other activity. do I think he has a training room in his home from now on? yes, I do. can't stop me. a fencing mannequin (Dazai's picture is on its face sometimes as well as the punching bag, but that's seldom, and that pic must be really old :( ), a punching bag, a treadmill. why bother going around when everything can be done from the calm and the safety of one's own home? Kouyou might come check his fencing skills from time to time, be it spectating his training, coaching or sparring; like I said, she's really nice towards him
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Backstory
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2nd POV
gn!reader
Warnings: Light murder, hints of abandonment, Michael Myers
It was a bleary night that you were having. Soaking sneakers and hunger settled in your stomach, as you struggled to get up. You couldn’t give up now though. Proving your worth was a crucial step to gaining his favor. If you could gain his favor, then you could stay by his side. Unfortunately, that useless Corey Cunningham betrayed him and made everything more difficult. It wasn’t that impressive; what he did. You didn’t know what Myers saw in that pathetic idiot. No use worrying over it now. You swore to him that you’d prove yourself useful.
You woke up in some random bed. It was pretty weird, and pretty anxiety inducing. You thought that someone had kidnapped you, but Myers was the only one there. Then if Myers was there, that means he probably took you here to rest. Looking around, you saw a dusty table with what seems to be a broken alarm clock. Seems like nobody had tended to the house in a while. There was light coming from the window meaning it was daytime. No wonder Michael wasn’t here. Despite people not seeing him until Halloween, he was with you most nights. Though sadly, he doesn’t show during days, unless it’s important. You swung your feet off the bed, landing on the cold hard ground. Hearing the boards creak made you nervous. With how old the house is, it’s bound to have a few boards loose enough to fall through. After searching the house with precaution, it was pretty clear no one had lived here for a while. A few people passed by the house a few times throughout the day. Considering you didn’t want to go back to the house you used to live in, you decided to crash in this house for a bit. It wasn’t a bad place to stay all considering that apparently food had been getting replaced. There was a whole loaf of bread almost a month before the expiration date. Myers probably had come here often when he had nowhere to go. Then you realized, there was only ever one house in the town that had been abandoned like this. And also inhabited by Myers like this. The Myers residence. It filled you with joy to know that he had trusted you enough to bring you to his house. The very house he hated to have other people in. So overjoying, the whole experience. This was basically him showing how much he trusted you. The rest of the day was just a normal, boring, lounging around day. Except for that time, you saw a huge rat eating at some wood in the corner.
Snapping out of it, you found yourself at the end of the street. No time for reminiscing anymore though. It’s soon to be night, and with night comes Myers, obviously. He came from the bushes with the same mask and knife as always. Gave you a quick head pat before walking towards the first victim’s house. You wore a smile, that would be sure to stay as long as you're with him, as you skipped down the sidewalk next to him. Living as his apprentice/child would be a nice life. Well, that’s what you could say, other people, not so much.
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i have never been more angry about climate change getting to the point that it has than i am right now. i don't remember the last time i moved around without having to very carefully consider how much pain i am in and how much effort it will take me to move from bed to wherever i need to be.
the weather is COMPLETELY DIFFERENT every four to five days or so (40degreeF temp fluxes anyone?) and my body is predicting the changes about four days in advance, getting worse as the front moves in. I have No Fucking Respite from this and I am... very slowly losing my mind about it. it's... it's been at least a few weeks now that it's been back and forth rapidly and i can't fucking MOVE.
I can't sleep, laying down hurts too much. sitting hurts. standing hurts *and* wears me out almost instantly. the otc meds aren't really doing anything anymore and all the weed does is make it so it's not the forefront of my mind (and also makes it so i don't really feel like moving around a whole bunch anyway). i can't think. i can't focus.
and i know i'm not the only one in the household feeling poorly because of the weather - we're a barometric body household, we've got everything: migraines, old injuries, other stuff. and it sucks. it all just sucks a lot and i want the weather to stabilize and because of the fucking melting ice the jetstream is all wonky and that's what's causing the back and forth ESPECIALLY this far up north, and it's absolutely WRECKING my shit.
so if we could get to work on maybe not making climate change worse and even potentially putting some of that ice back on the north pole so that the transition seasons are maybe less fraught with pain, i would be greatly appreciative.
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